June King
"Do you know what happened to the last people I saw shot? I mean not the people that I have killed at my own hand, I mean MY people."
"They died. My Asher died. My friends died. I don't doubt that you are amazing, impressive and powerful June, but the fact is even with your skills you are still very lucky to be alive. I don't let God roll a dice for my life everyday."
June would have apologized if it would have changed anything in her words. He even would have told here that he just wasn't use to someone caring about him enough to worry about a bullet wound. Instead he decided to remain silent. In the end words wouldn't prove anything alone and personally he wasn't expecting much from life after he had completed his goal, much less living. Especially since suicide after killing his only living close family member was a thought he had been pondering. He was of course now having second thoughts about that plan. Since he started talking to Akira, her and her words of living a normal life were kind of getting to him. So he stayed quiet, pulling out another cigarette and decided they'd just find out latter if he would be able to keep his word.
"You should be pleased to have someone looking out for you. You are less reliant on luck then. I'm here for you June. I know what you are saying and I will try my best to not fuss you but maybe its good to worry. It's programmed in our mind to worry and fear so that we don't get ourselves and those we care about killed."
He was actually thinking if he should have been pleased. If his luck was even worthy of its title. He used to think it unlucky to be the survivor of a battle between his life and someone elses. What made him so special? Why, with everything he had done and had gotten people mixed into, Akira even mixed into, would he be special enough to live on and even have someone look out for him? It was one of the many questions in life that eluded the man of an answer. Maybe it was a continuous sign that he should just stop what he was doing. A second chance maybe. Either that, or a sign that his goal was a rightous one and he'd live on to complete it. Fear? Fear for others..... He did know how that felt. Couldn't deny it either. Though, he wondered. Stil.... he wondered.
"So where are we heading now my love? You look like you need some rest."
June blew out smoke and left his mental cluster of thoughts to answer the woman's question. "Now we're going to Moi Delim. You've heard of it right? A town that isn't actually kept up with the times so to speak. It's pretty dirty and the people there will stare you down to your grave, but it's probably the most genuine place on this massive rock we call earth. I don't know. The wine's good at least."
When it came to rest, June didn't think much of it. There was a time earlier when he wanted to rest for a while, but now he was seeing it as more of a crutch than anything. Besides, what would happen if he fell asleep and she was gone? The thought itself drawing a question in his head of why would it even bother him.
June smiled. "You know, if you keep treating me so nicely I might start thinking of you as my wife on accident."
Standing up slowly, grunting a little from the pressure on his arm, he went over to the door. "I'll be right back," he said, opening the door, leaving and beginning his search for an empty passenger cart. It took him a while, but he ended up finding one and returned, putting his cig out on the wall. "Let's go to a better location. If you stay around farm animals and their.... leavings for too long in a boxed area, it'll strike you with fever."
With a wave of his hands to beckon her, June lead the way to the empty quarters and stretched out on the couch seat. He sat in silence for a while, staring out of the window at the passing trees that seemed to be endless despite the renovation. Something was on his mind though. It was a question that he was pondering, but didn't even exactly know the whole feeling of it.
"So why do you dote on me? If you don't mind me asking. I'm not really that special of a person to be given the gift of affection from a young woman such as yourself. You're also not naive. You must know how I live my life by now. Still you show me such kindness. Why is that?"
His words were calm, as his usual manner of speaking, but he couldn't leave his thought cloud while talking to her this time. Whatever was going on in his head, he was starting to feel different. So much so he couldn't even remember how he felt about anything the day before. It was too obscure for him.
"It's just that, it feels like I'm dreaming."
Maybe it was from the loss of blood. Could have also been from the poison. Junes face displayed a mellow grin. The same as someone who had not a care in the world. He didn't care. He knew it was temporary, but at this state, he wouldn't have minded if the train had never reached a destination. If the ride continued on going forever.